<?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-7719627385120605241</id><updated>2011-09-02T06:16:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say hi and wave goodbye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-908003993195150285</id><published>2011-01-14T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T09:17:38.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year new beginning</title><content type='html'>you have stolen my heart :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7719627385120605241-908003993195150285?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/908003993195150285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=908003993195150285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/908003993195150285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/908003993195150285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='new year new beginning'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-5451814409830234246</id><published>2009-09-15T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:50:40.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASAP</title><content type='html'>i need a new replacement. QUICK!&lt;br /&gt;the current one makes me suicidal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-5451814409830234246?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/5451814409830234246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=5451814409830234246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/5451814409830234246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/5451814409830234246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2009/09/asap.html' title='ASAP'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-4592755332627786477</id><published>2009-06-10T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:30:33.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel lost</title><content type='html'>i have no idea what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the hardest decision ever. it might change my life for better or worse?&lt;br /&gt;i need answers. i need to know whether its going to be ok or not. i need to know whether im making the right choice. is there a 'right' choice? or its just choices? what if the choice i make its not the right right one and in the end im left to deal with the 'ugly' things? what if i dont like the new company? what if i still feel miserable after everything? now its pretty ok. what if half of me wanna quit? what if i dont wanna sing along the same song? what if i just say no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-4592755332627786477?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/4592755332627786477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=4592755332627786477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/4592755332627786477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/4592755332627786477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-lost.html' title='i feel lost'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-7481741117063185661</id><published>2009-05-02T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:49:52.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my motivation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KdmJvVCEQE/Sf0UFSa0XKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/myMzELMWMFQ/s1600-h/chanel-fast-food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KdmJvVCEQE/Sf0UFSa0XKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/myMzELMWMFQ/s320/chanel-fast-food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331439614952758434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would love to have this meal every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-7481741117063185661?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/7481741117063185661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=7481741117063185661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/7481741117063185661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/7481741117063185661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-motivation.html' title='my motivation?'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4KdmJvVCEQE/Sf0UFSa0XKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/myMzELMWMFQ/s72-c/chanel-fast-food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-3085824287382041532</id><published>2009-04-09T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:04:34.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!!</title><content type='html'>YaY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i finally watched a movie alone! in a cinema. hahaha. ive always wanted to do that but somehow felt like 'nah...maybe some other time.......'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive eaten alone; loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping alone; always a pleasure. i dont need to worry about the other person's feelings. whether they are bored or whether they hate my fashion sense. i love the way i dress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...what shall i try??......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-3085824287382041532?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/3085824287382041532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=3085824287382041532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/3085824287382041532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/3085824287382041532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!!'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-7411102087334169756</id><published>2009-03-23T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:28:05.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should have listened</title><content type='html'>im in big shit and its so freaking hard to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;i should have listened&lt;br /&gt;im what i am today because of what happened&lt;br /&gt;i should have listened&lt;br /&gt;i want to be free but somehow im too deep in it&lt;br /&gt;i should have listened&lt;br /&gt;im regretting it (50/50)&lt;br /&gt;i should have listened&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to know the truth or tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;i should have listened&lt;br /&gt;i should walk away....&lt;br /&gt;i should have listened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-7411102087334169756?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/7411102087334169756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=7411102087334169756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/7411102087334169756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/7411102087334169756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-have-listened.html' title='i should have listened'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-1958621656187116352</id><published>2009-03-17T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:36:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things on my mind now.</title><content type='html'>1. i cant see/look at matches. creeps me out. SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; afraid of the elevators, if possible ill take the stairs. i used to walk up 13 floors just to get to class. was way thinner back then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;3. i love cherries. fresh ones.&lt;br /&gt;4. i love tom yam. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;5. i love cheese but i cant take cheese cake. makes me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;6. i like organic food&lt;br /&gt;7. i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loccitane&lt;/span&gt;. everything!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kiehl's&lt;/span&gt;. from face to body products.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; fussy&lt;br /&gt;10. if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like something i will show it, hence my black face.&lt;br /&gt;11. i hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; easily, yes its a bad trait. cant help it. but when i love someone, its forever.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; close to my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;13. i love going for facials but sadly have to cut down.&lt;br /&gt;14. i love going to spas too.&lt;br /&gt;15. i love having tea/coffee/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;seri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;muka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kuih&lt;/span&gt; with friends, family&lt;br /&gt;16. i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; food. i love the avocado salad at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rakuzen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;17. i like sweet looking things.&lt;br /&gt;18. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; glad i made new friends.&lt;br /&gt;20. i cant wear court shoes. i get blisters as soon as i wear them.&lt;br /&gt;21. i love wearing slippers.&lt;br /&gt;22. i love handbags.&lt;br /&gt;23. i used to buy all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lesportsac&lt;/span&gt; bags till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; broke.&lt;br /&gt;24. i cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; pampered but not in a dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;27. i can be mean too.&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not selfish.&lt;br /&gt;29. i want to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; exhausted, emotionally traumatised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-1958621656187116352?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/1958621656187116352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=1958621656187116352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/1958621656187116352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/1958621656187116352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-on-my-mind-now.html' title='things on my mind now.'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-5361689861533148256</id><published>2009-03-17T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:14:40.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pieces dont fit anymore</title><content type='html'>sung by James Morrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love that song. keeps me calm. no idea why. the album is actually not bad. reminds me of better times  when i dont have to worry about certain things. everything is much peaceful back then. i felt free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free. freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-5361689861533148256?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/5361689861533148256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=5361689861533148256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/5361689861533148256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/5361689861533148256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2009/03/pieces-dont-fit-anymore.html' title='The pieces dont fit anymore'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-480580329098889817</id><published>2009-03-16T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:47:27.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i bruise like a fruit</title><content type='html'>i do bruise like a fruit. Hit me and you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to hear anything about engagements or weddings. Once or twice its ok, but every week? oh come on! i do not want to know whether your bra matches your panties. im happy for you but no, dont want to know the details....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of listening, its the same old thing. maybe im not in a good mood today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-480580329098889817?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/480580329098889817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=480580329098889817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/480580329098889817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/480580329098889817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-bruise-like-fruit.html' title='i bruise like a fruit'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-5931691342384604312</id><published>2008-08-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:50:22.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving me loving you</title><content type='html'>that's what we have been doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-5931691342384604312?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/5931691342384604312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=5931691342384604312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/5931691342384604312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/5931691342384604312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2008/08/loving-me-loving-you.html' title='loving me loving you'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-6867270363283432921</id><published>2008-07-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:21:09.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when is the right time?</title><content type='html'>Forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they say.All the time. It's good advice, but it's not very practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled...old wounds never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most we can hope for, is that one day we'll be lucky enough to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I don’t know anyone who isn’t haunted by something... or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whether we try to slice the pain away with a knife or shove it in the back on the closet, our efforts usually fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-6867270363283432921?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/6867270363283432921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=6867270363283432921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/6867270363283432921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/6867270363283432921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-is-right-time.html' title='when is the right time?'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-4201973509364357199</id><published>2008-07-17T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:19:22.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what then is happiness?</title><content type='html'>'Live in this world as if you are a stranger or a traveler who is just passing through'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the less you know the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-4201973509364357199?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/4201973509364357199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=4201973509364357199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/4201973509364357199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/4201973509364357199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-then-is-happiness.html' title='what then is happiness?'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719627385120605241.post-1100414012009571175</id><published>2008-07-16T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:59:38.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the past is gone forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;someone told me that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'By brooding over the past and its tragedies, one exhibits a form of insanity- a kind of sickness that destroys resolve to live for the present moment.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with him. It is true and sadly, im still at 'it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that, by constantly dwelling on it will only place myself in a very frightful and tragic state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing something about it. Trust me. I'm also thankful that i have my significant other to support me in ways that I can never repay back. Thank you and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to adopt a new attitude towards it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts before i go to bed. It's a constant reminder to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God bless. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719627385120605241-1100414012009571175?l=emilyel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/feeds/1100414012009571175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719627385120605241&amp;postID=1100414012009571175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/1100414012009571175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719627385120605241/posts/default/1100414012009571175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyel.blogspot.com/2008/07/past-is-gone-forever.html' title='the past is gone forever'/><author><name>emily el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09698146157204451282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
